Remembering

"...listening to memories."
River Jordan

Whenever the last day of the year turns over to the next year I, too, listen to memories. Some, embedded in the far past. To listen to a memory differs from recalling a memory. Listening, attuned to the nuances of the memory, in hushed attention to the edges of a memory.

Images resound.
Words form and drift into the present time.
I respond to unanswered questions posed by memories, then move on.